this one kinda scared me....
My family is getting on a train. I get in a different car by accident and frantically rush to get back to them. On the way back, I find a bat, and for some reason, take it. I get on the right car and slide my train pass through the slot to get on. I spot my mother and walk over to her, apoligizing for getting on the wrong car. I thought she'd be happy to see me, but she starts screaming at me because she thinks I had stolen money to get on the train while we were seperated.
My father is driving the train. My mother brings me to the front of the train and tells him that I 'was stealing again'. My father gets so mad his face starts to turn red. He starts to stop the train. "What are you doing?!" I yell, looking back at the passengers on the train. "I'm gonna row you!!" he yells.
A surge of anger sweeps through me. He wasn't gonna hit me this time, no fucking way. I don't care about the people on the train seeing this, and obviously neither does he. I look down at the bat that is still in my hands. Then I look at my father, who is about to get up but still has his back towards me. Another surge of anger surges violently through my body as I raise the bat and take a hard swing at my father. The bat smashes into his head hard, making a disgusting noise. The adrenaline in me is pumping. "FUCK YOU!" I scream as I raise the bat once more. My father turns his head very slightly to try to look at me. I swing the bat as hard as I can, and it hits him right above the eye, denting his skull and shifting his position in the chair. No one on the train has moved throughout this.
I can see my father's face from the side. His eye is imbedded into it's socket, and he looks like the guy wtih the messed up face that always comes into Foodmaster. Seeing this makes me drop the bat and go into shock about what I've done. "Daddy!" I wail, throwing my arms around my mother, who is standing behind me. Still no one's moved. My mother puts her arms around me as I cry and my father's poor body lies slumped in the driver's seat. But the tears are a mixture of sadness and relief. I'm sad that I killed my father, but relieved that he is dead....